RPAGF Chapter 5: A poem that astounds even the sage; the sage descends upon the young scholar!
Chapter 5: A poem that astounds even the sage; the sage descends upon the young scholar!
Chapter Five: A poem that astonished the sage, and the sage descended upon the young scholar!
As the final line was uttered, the entire hall fell into a deathly silence. The crimson talent suddenly shone to its peak, finally transforming into a rich orange talent.
"Poems on Cultivating Virtue..."
Fang Zifeng, Xu Fuzi, and the others stared wide-eyed in shock. However, what happened next turned their shock into horror!
The orange aura continued to rise and eventually transformed into a rich yellow aura, reaching a height of three feet!
The poem is astonishing!
These yellow rays completely enveloped Ye Ru, eventually disappearing into the space between his eyebrows, and a warm current flowed through his body.
A divine talent has been bestowed upon him, a saintly child has been born!
Ye Ru presented three poems at once, and the last one, a poem that amazed the sage, awakened the divine power of Zhuge Liang, making him a child scholar!
After becoming a student of the Imperial Academy, Ye Ru discovered that his strength had more than doubled, and that three more stones had appeared in his spiritual center.
The poems inscribed on these three stones are none other than the three poems mentioned earlier.
This is a mountain of books, but Ye Ru's mountain of books is still very barren.
After becoming a Jinshi (a successful candidate in the highest imperial examinations), one can use the "Mountain of Books" to fight enemies. When the towering "Mountain of Books" appears, all demons will be thrown into chaos, and it will suppress all ages.
Legend has it that in the beginning, the Confucian sage Pangu read ten thousand volumes of books and secluded himself in the sea of knowledge for a hundred years. At that time, the demon race and the monster race joined forces and were eager to make a move. They came from another plane and launched a large-scale invasion of the Confucian continent.
Just when humanity was facing a life-or-death crisis, Pangu broke free from the Sea of Learning and transformed into the Five Sacred Mountains, suppressing the demon race and monsters for thousands of years and slaying tens of millions of demons. The ancient people called Pangu the God of Creation.
Later, in order to commemorate the Confucian sage Pangu, the giant stone formed from poetry within his body was transformed into a mountain of books.
"A poem that sparked a surge of talent, awakening the genius of Zhuge Liang, a semi-saint—is this a poem that astounds even the most brilliant minds?"
Fang Zifeng trembled, his face filled with extreme horror.
Unexpectedly, his private school produced a prodigy who was born at a divine age, and even produced two poems on primordial chaos and one poem that astonished the saints.
Fang Zifeng knew perfectly well that he could never write such a poem himself.
These three poems are of a high enough standard to be included in children's textbooks.
"Now that the three poems are finished, I wonder if you are satisfied, sir."
Ye Ru spoke softly, bringing Fang Zifeng back from his shock.
"Did you really write this amazing poem?"
Fang Zifeng asked, his voice trembling.
"Replacement guaranteed."
Ye Ru smiled slightly and said.
Wang Xiaoyang and Xu Fuzi's faces turned even paler, and they almost collapsed.
A poem that could inspire Zhuge Liang's talent—they all knew what that meant.
Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the second son will surely become a Grand Secretary!
Even a great Confucian scholar could be one!
"Truly, the younger generation is to be feared! Heaven blesses our Yanhuang nation! These three poems will surely be remembered for eternity!"
"By the way, do these three poems have titles?"
Fang Zifeng was extremely excited. He walked over, patted Ye Ru on the shoulder, and asked with a flushed face.
"The first poem is called 'Bamboo Lodge'."
"The second poem is titled 'Autumn Evening in the Mountain Dwelling'."
"The third poem is titled 'Writing My Anger'!"
Ye Ru thought that if he immediately revealed the book's title, it would inevitably arouse suspicion, so he pondered for a moment before slowly speaking.
The first two poems were by Wang Wei, and the last one was a seven-character regulated verse by Lu You. Unexpectedly, these three poems made him a student of the lowest level of the imperial examination.
"What a poignant poem! This poem expresses the poet's ambition to achieve great things, but his talent went unrecognized, and he suddenly declined, hence his indignation. The brilliance lies in the third and fourth lines, which combine description of scenery and sound to move the reader; otherwise, the poem would be almost devoid of meaning."
Fang Zifeng's eyes lit up, and he slammed his hand on the table in a moment of exclamation, praising and commenting.
He suddenly felt that his talent, which had been dormant for a long time, was beginning to grow again.
"Now, shouldn't you apologize to me?"
Ye Ru looked at Wang Xiaoyang and Master Xu and said in a deep voice.
"Idiot's dream!"
Wang Xiaoyang was furious.
"You want me to apologize to my students? Ye Ru, don't you know what respecting teachers means?"
Master Xu also resorted to trickery.
“Mr. Fang, if these two do not apologize, I, Ye Ru, will sever all ties with Wenxing Private School from now on and will not interfere with each other. I am ashamed to associate with those who break their promises.”
Ye Ru snorted coldly. If it weren't for Wenxing Private School, he could have gone to the other two major private schools. He believed that those two schools would not give up on him.
Upon hearing this, Fang Zifeng's expression changed. He then turned around, his scholarly air and imposing presence radiating authority without anger.
"Master Xu, Wang Xiaoyang, you two were already wrong, are you going to break your promise?"
"This"
Master Xu looked troubled, then realized that he had already agreed, and if he did not keep his promise, his literary reputation would be damaged.
"I'm sorry, it was my fault before."
"It's your turn."
Ye Ru nodded, knowing when to stop while he was ahead; otherwise, even with Fang Zifeng's help, he would probably still face repercussions from the other party.
Everyone in the entire Huangzi class stared wide-eyed at this scene. Had Xu Laoxue really apologized to Ye Ru, who had been ranked last for a thousand years?
"Ye Ru, are you sure you want to take what happened before seriously?"
Wang Xiaoyang's face was gloomy, and his words carried a threat.
"really."
"Ye Ru! Don't push your luck!"
Wang Xiaoyang's face flushed red, and he said viciously.
"That's going too far? Compared to you, I'm just a nobody."
Ye Ru showed no fear, his gaze sharp as he looked at Wang Xiaoyang.
"I am a member of the Langya Wang clan, a descendant of a noble family. Are you sure you want to be my enemy?"
Wang Xiaoyang said sinisterly.
Everyone could see that this was a threat. Although Wang Xiaoyang was highly talented, he was also a narrow-minded person and would definitely retaliate after this incident.
"So what if we are from a noble family? As Mencius said, 'Wealth and honor cannot corrupt me, poverty and hardship cannot sway me, and power and force cannot subdue me.' We scholars, though born into humble families, should remain steadfast in our poverty and never abandon our lofty aspirations!"
Their unyielding spirit commanded the respect of many of the underprivileged students in the "Wilderness" class. They then stood up in unison and shouted:
"Though poor, one should remain steadfast and never abandon one's lofty aspirations!"
"Though poor, one should remain steadfast and never abandon one's lofty aspirations!"
"..."
These few words quietly ignited the passion within many students from impoverished backgrounds.
They came from humble backgrounds and were bullied by these aristocratic sons every day. The aristocracy could humiliate the poor, but the poor could not resist the aristocracy.
After all, the power of those from humble backgrounds has never been as strong as that of the gentry. They felt resentful but dared not speak out.
But Ye Ru truly expressed their innermost thoughts!
These words made Wang Xiaoyang's face turn pale, and he took two steps back. Then, a look of resentment appeared on his face, and he whispered:
"Sorry, I was wrong."
If he could offer a solution to the remarks of Mencius, the second sage, then there would be no need for an apology.
But Mencius was a near-saint; how could a mere student like himself achieve that?
"This matter ends here. Ye Ru, come with me."
Fang Zifeng and Ye Ru walked out of the classroom one after the other, but Wang Xiaoyang stared coldly at Ye Ru's retreating figure, thinking angrily to himself:
"Ye Ru, in the school exam five days from now, I will make sure your literary reputation is ruined, your academic career is hindered, your academic courage is shattered, and you are never allowed to set foot in the county-level academy again!"